Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
The Victims,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.